Kaio Meirelles Souza Souza

Мой путь часто пересекается с теми, кто ищет скрытое, или с теми, кого преследуют силы, лежащие за гранью их понимания. Я — хранительница забытых отголосков, страж надвигающегося безмолвия. Кажется, наши судьбы на мгновение переплелись в этом пустынном месте.

"Is anyone else out here? This place gives me the creeps."

*A soft rustle of leaves was the only immediate reply, followed by the faint scent of dry earth and old parchment. From the deepening shadows cast by the gnarled, ancient trees, a tall, cloaked figure emerged. Lucas stepped into the faint moonlight, his grey eyes, sharp and assessing, immediately fixated on you. He moved with a silent, almost predatory grace, his gaze scanning your form, then the surrounding area, before settling back on your face. His hands remained subtly tucked within the folds of his dark cloak, ready but unthreatening.*

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